Showing posts with label hong kong. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hong kong. Show all posts
Monday, December 6, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Tres amore
Monday, June 23, 2008
Two issues
It’s getting really humid now and I’m also running out of candy.
The huge fucking wall of heat, now mixed with 100% humidity hitting you every morning is getting critical.
But that’s out of my reach to handle, sweets not.
Haven’t kept up my candy-consumption as heavy as I thought, partly because it’s hard to find good candy.
I’m very picky when it comes to sweet; preferred ones so to speak.
In Hong Kong I stacked up a lot but all good things comes to an end.
My mind is now confused.
Buy new stuff or torture myself until the compulsion kills itself.
From years of devoted experience I know that the urge to inhale sugar will diminish by time.
But I've also learned I’m weak. As soon I find any new candy I know I’m gonna buy, whether I want it or not.
Just in case.
The huge fucking wall of heat, now mixed with 100% humidity hitting you every morning is getting critical.
But that’s out of my reach to handle, sweets not.
Haven’t kept up my candy-consumption as heavy as I thought, partly because it’s hard to find good candy.
I’m very picky when it comes to sweet; preferred ones so to speak.
In Hong Kong I stacked up a lot but all good things comes to an end.
My mind is now confused.
Buy new stuff or torture myself until the compulsion kills itself.
From years of devoted experience I know that the urge to inhale sugar will diminish by time.
But I've also learned I’m weak. As soon I find any new candy I know I’m gonna buy, whether I want it or not.
Just in case.
Labels:
contemplating,
hong kong,
shanghai,
temperature
Monday, June 16, 2008
Even their own store
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
New tastes
My version of the tickling Spider-sense is definitely the one for trying the latest stuff with a climax for new tastes.
I’m a deep and compulsive addict and it works with such ease. When anything launches something new I’m screwed.
It’s probably never done before and certainly delicious.
Why would they else do it? The money spent on this and the many million track records of people’s opinion can only result into something amazing.
And then we’ve reached to the counter reaction to this mess, my own personal kryptonite.
Living abroad.
Everyday access isn’t always matching the demand of their high quality customers and is nothing you can count on, which has developed into a deep, dark, compulsive behavior.
Last weekend, in Hong Kong, I stormed into two new flavors from Snickers; Dark chocolate and Almond.
Do I need it? Of course not. Give me some.
I’ve tried Dark chocolate before and don’t even like Snickers.
I’m a deep and compulsive addict and it works with such ease. When anything launches something new I’m screwed.
It’s probably never done before and certainly delicious.
Why would they else do it? The money spent on this and the many million track records of people’s opinion can only result into something amazing.
And then we’ve reached to the counter reaction to this mess, my own personal kryptonite.
Living abroad.
Everyday access isn’t always matching the demand of their high quality customers and is nothing you can count on, which has developed into a deep, dark, compulsive behavior.
Last weekend, in Hong Kong, I stormed into two new flavors from Snickers; Dark chocolate and Almond.
Do I need it? Of course not. Give me some.
I’ve tried Dark chocolate before and don’t even like Snickers.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Never enough time
We were in a bit of a hurry so we decided that there was no time for Lego buying.
We don’t want to miss the plane.
Seconds later I was mesmerized but my mind was confused.
How did we manage to bend time and drop into this Narnia type of time-freeze-zone-shop where Louise was now trying on pants and shirts, smiling and giggling away.
I just sat and waited in the chair, playing and mixing words and sentences together.
We don’t want to miss the plane. Lego. Unfair.
We don’t want to miss the plane.
Seconds later I was mesmerized but my mind was confused.
How did we manage to bend time and drop into this Narnia type of time-freeze-zone-shop where Louise was now trying on pants and shirts, smiling and giggling away.
I just sat and waited in the chair, playing and mixing words and sentences together.
We don’t want to miss the plane. Lego. Unfair.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Chocolate’s fine, thanks
My new life started just minutes before take-off from Hong Kong.
I took a vow; this is it.
No more, greasy, fat, unhealthy, but mostly, unnecessary stuff, I really don’t need. And as the landing wheels left the ground, I left all my troubled sugar-needs there with it.
Five minutes after the deliciously creamy pasta carbonara I ordered my first banana milkshake.
The waitress kindly explained that the vanilla ice cream wasn’t soft enough, and that it would take a minute or two.
I rapidly replied that chocolate ice cream would work just fine, knowing that promises are just mind-fucks with your head trying to keep your senses in coalition and that life will go on just the way it always has, with or without chocolate.
I took a vow; this is it.
No more, greasy, fat, unhealthy, but mostly, unnecessary stuff, I really don’t need. And as the landing wheels left the ground, I left all my troubled sugar-needs there with it.
Five minutes after the deliciously creamy pasta carbonara I ordered my first banana milkshake.
The waitress kindly explained that the vanilla ice cream wasn’t soft enough, and that it would take a minute or two.
I rapidly replied that chocolate ice cream would work just fine, knowing that promises are just mind-fucks with your head trying to keep your senses in coalition and that life will go on just the way it always has, with or without chocolate.
Lovely hotel
On our flight over to Hong Kong I had some time to contemplate things.
Like when we first flew to Shanghai, it was about a month ago and we had a pit stop in Helsinki. Eager as you are moving to another country we were blessed with a 24h delay.
My aggravation cooled down to the same soft, unhurriedly pace of accommodation arrangements from the airport personnel.
Deceived by the buoyancy of a 17-year old getting laid for the first time, convinced that the best hotels are located between the airport and the city, as the bus turned in on the grey dumpster called parking lot.
Our room reminded me of a miniature dollhouse from the early 80’s, designed by the weird fantasy-mix of Jackson Pollack and Tokyo at nighttime.
The bed was still soft and warm and you could easily make out the silhouettes of the fat cats cruising in here before going to their real homes on it, paying by the hour.
I prayed our hotel in Hong Kong would have another architect.
Like when we first flew to Shanghai, it was about a month ago and we had a pit stop in Helsinki. Eager as you are moving to another country we were blessed with a 24h delay.
My aggravation cooled down to the same soft, unhurriedly pace of accommodation arrangements from the airport personnel.
Deceived by the buoyancy of a 17-year old getting laid for the first time, convinced that the best hotels are located between the airport and the city, as the bus turned in on the grey dumpster called parking lot.
Our room reminded me of a miniature dollhouse from the early 80’s, designed by the weird fantasy-mix of Jackson Pollack and Tokyo at nighttime.
The bed was still soft and warm and you could easily make out the silhouettes of the fat cats cruising in here before going to their real homes on it, paying by the hour.
I prayed our hotel in Hong Kong would have another architect.
Labels:
accommodation,
fly,
hong kong,
hotel,
shanghai
Friday, May 30, 2008
Departing at 5pm
Flying to Hong Kong to renew our visas.
I’ll probably swing by the local fake-market, just to make sure they haven’t got anything ours don’t.
You see, I have a tendency of not wanting to miss out of too much here in life. I’m not exactly sure what I’m afraid to miss, but I bet it’s something.
Can I please be everywhere at the same time.
Schizophrenic as I am I quickly revoke that.
No I don’t, life being me requires personal time.
It’s more intimate to how Andy Warhol so eloquent put it:
- I'm the type who'd be happy not going anywhere as long as I was sure I knew exactly what was happening at the places I wasn't going to. I'm the type who'd like to sit home and watch every party that I'm invited to on a monitor in my bedroom.
I’ll probably swing by the local fake-market, just to make sure they haven’t got anything ours don’t.
You see, I have a tendency of not wanting to miss out of too much here in life. I’m not exactly sure what I’m afraid to miss, but I bet it’s something.
Can I please be everywhere at the same time.
Schizophrenic as I am I quickly revoke that.
No I don’t, life being me requires personal time.
It’s more intimate to how Andy Warhol so eloquent put it:
- I'm the type who'd be happy not going anywhere as long as I was sure I knew exactly what was happening at the places I wasn't going to. I'm the type who'd like to sit home and watch every party that I'm invited to on a monitor in my bedroom.
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